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Planetoid
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- Mar 27, 2024
Hey hey!
This is the female version of the same request thread, simultaniously the more worked out version at that. (Still up for improvments, but this one has examples okay?!)
Lately I have been finding my creative muse in setting up twists and turns. Victories and defeats... and guiding characters down paths of their choice, not knowing what comes next! Almost a "What is behind door number 1' style, but with some knowledge where it may lead.
Currently I am only looking to run this for female characters, maybe a sub futanari... and very, very slim chance you can convince me to do this for a male character.
My style is mostly modern, with a potential touch of magic or sci-fi. But will be 90% grounded in our world. So don't ask me if I like to play elves, vampires or dragons... no.
I will leave two examples down here, one would be MY post, the other would be YOUR type of post.
Contact me with any questions or to set up something. I will say this ahead of time, the more you limit me/us in terms of kinks... the more difficult and hence the less interested I am to work on an idea together. Again, just saying. 
This is the female version of the same request thread, simultaniously the more worked out version at that. (Still up for improvments, but this one has examples okay?!)
Lately I have been finding my creative muse in setting up twists and turns. Victories and defeats... and guiding characters down paths of their choice, not knowing what comes next! Almost a "What is behind door number 1' style, but with some knowledge where it may lead.
Currently I am only looking to run this for female characters, maybe a sub futanari... and very, very slim chance you can convince me to do this for a male character.
My style is mostly modern, with a potential touch of magic or sci-fi. But will be 90% grounded in our world. So don't ask me if I like to play elves, vampires or dragons... no.
I will leave two examples down here, one would be MY post, the other would be YOUR type of post.
Damn alarm...
"This is channel 6 news with your morning update..." The familiar voice sounded through the small speaker of her alarm. Listening to it, Alaine turns her head, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as the faint glow of the rising sun illuminates her face. A soft sigh as her hand slams on the alarm, bringing the room back to silence. She'd heard enough, yet she tried to familiarise herself with the way journalists ot newsreaders spoke daily. Staring at the ceiling, she appreciates the calmth. At least that is similar to what she'd been used to before moving to the city.
Living in a run down, chilly appartment on the edge of town... there was not much luxury around. Not much warmth, in a literal and figurative way... build out of concrete rather than wood... a small (shitty) radiator over a fireplace... this place only felt like home early in the morning. When there were no cars honking outside yet, when it was quiet... like back home.
Unlike home, Alaine got up for her dream though. Anything back home was just to work outside... or preform her 'womanly' duties around the house.
Here, in the cold city... Alaine could be anything she wanted! CEO, model, stripper... hell, a friend of hers was an OnlyFans sugarbaby! The possibilities were endless!!
Sitting up, Alaine thinks about her dream. Being a journalist. It sounded like everyone's childhood dream in the past, nowadays it wasn't as glorified anymore. Yet, from an early age Alaine had found herself with opinions about characters like Louis Lane and Anastasia Steele. Novel or comic book journalists, and from a young age, she'd been running around town writing down stories and events. Even writing for the small local newspapers a couple of times. Yet her stories never landed, mostly because the audience wasn't looking for her factual and deep investigations. They wanted the newest gossip, the biggest scoop...
This big city didn't just offer the right audience who were looking for the thruth... who were after the faces behind politicians. Behind descicions or even crimes... no, there was also much more to report on!
That said, without a first piece... her career was NEVER going to start! There was only so much 'critical reviews' she could write for restaurants or art exhibits that bothered to pay her a couple of pennies. Either she needed to start making some real money writing... or find another job soon!
A - Today is the day, Alaine has an interview with one of the biggest newspapers in the city!
B - Another day, another restaurant review. Tonight, she visits the Italian place on the corner for a review.
C - Actually, money running short... she must do something NOW!
D - The phone rings with an unknown caller ID... she answers hesitantly. Turns out to be the owner of the art exhibit she wrote for last week...
"This is channel 6 news with your morning update..." The familiar voice sounded through the small speaker of her alarm. Listening to it, Alaine turns her head, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as the faint glow of the rising sun illuminates her face. A soft sigh as her hand slams on the alarm, bringing the room back to silence. She'd heard enough, yet she tried to familiarise herself with the way journalists ot newsreaders spoke daily. Staring at the ceiling, she appreciates the calmth. At least that is similar to what she'd been used to before moving to the city.
Living in a run down, chilly appartment on the edge of town... there was not much luxury around. Not much warmth, in a literal and figurative way... build out of concrete rather than wood... a small (shitty) radiator over a fireplace... this place only felt like home early in the morning. When there were no cars honking outside yet, when it was quiet... like back home.
Unlike home, Alaine got up for her dream though. Anything back home was just to work outside... or preform her 'womanly' duties around the house.
Here, in the cold city... Alaine could be anything she wanted! CEO, model, stripper... hell, a friend of hers was an OnlyFans sugarbaby! The possibilities were endless!!
Sitting up, Alaine thinks about her dream. Being a journalist. It sounded like everyone's childhood dream in the past, nowadays it wasn't as glorified anymore. Yet, from an early age Alaine had found herself with opinions about characters like Louis Lane and Anastasia Steele. Novel or comic book journalists, and from a young age, she'd been running around town writing down stories and events. Even writing for the small local newspapers a couple of times. Yet her stories never landed, mostly because the audience wasn't looking for her factual and deep investigations. They wanted the newest gossip, the biggest scoop...
This big city didn't just offer the right audience who were looking for the thruth... who were after the faces behind politicians. Behind descicions or even crimes... no, there was also much more to report on!
That said, without a first piece... her career was NEVER going to start! There was only so much 'critical reviews' she could write for restaurants or art exhibits that bothered to pay her a couple of pennies. Either she needed to start making some real money writing... or find another job soon!
A - Today is the day, Alaine has an interview with one of the biggest newspapers in the city!
B - Another day, another restaurant review. Tonight, she visits the Italian place on the corner for a review.
C - Actually, money running short... she must do something NOW!
D - The phone rings with an unknown caller ID... she answers hesitantly. Turns out to be the owner of the art exhibit she wrote for last week...
(D!)
No sooner had she finally started to come to terms with being awake than Alaine's phone started ringing. It was just a cheap little smartphone and she hadn't changed the ringtone from the factory default... And boy, was it annoying.
Normally, seeing an unknown number on the screen that early would result in a denied call or letting it ring to voicemail. But those days she was trying to be a little more proactive about answering the phone, even though it was one of her least favorite things to do... After all, who knew when it might be a job opportunity?
I'm in the wrong business for being an introvert, she thought to herself in wry amusement as she tentatively picked up the phone and answered.
"Hello?" Whoa, raspy morning voice. Alaine cleared her throat a little and tried to sound a bit more composed, brushing a hand through her tousled, mousy hair. "Hello, who is this?"
To her surprise, the answer came in the form of the owner of an art exhibit she'd written about last week. That was interesting... Why were they calling so early? Hopefully they weren't upset about her article... She'd thought it had been a pretty good one honestly, she'd personally loved the exhibit and thought it was very thought-provoking, which she would've hoped showed through in her writing.
No sooner had she finally started to come to terms with being awake than Alaine's phone started ringing. It was just a cheap little smartphone and she hadn't changed the ringtone from the factory default... And boy, was it annoying.
Normally, seeing an unknown number on the screen that early would result in a denied call or letting it ring to voicemail. But those days she was trying to be a little more proactive about answering the phone, even though it was one of her least favorite things to do... After all, who knew when it might be a job opportunity?
I'm in the wrong business for being an introvert, she thought to herself in wry amusement as she tentatively picked up the phone and answered.
"Hello?" Whoa, raspy morning voice. Alaine cleared her throat a little and tried to sound a bit more composed, brushing a hand through her tousled, mousy hair. "Hello, who is this?"
To her surprise, the answer came in the form of the owner of an art exhibit she'd written about last week. That was interesting... Why were they calling so early? Hopefully they weren't upset about her article... She'd thought it had been a pretty good one honestly, she'd personally loved the exhibit and thought it was very thought-provoking, which she would've hoped showed through in her writing.
Contact me with any questions or to set up something. I will say this ahead of time, the more you limit me/us in terms of kinks... the more difficult and hence the less interested I am to work on an idea together. Again, just saying.